She accomplishes this portion of the task with about as much ease as the first.

Excellent. She slips back to her room before Lily can get back, to change, make it less obvious she was just wearing these clothes, and speed run settling in to sleep.

Of course, she tragically can't be as bouncy as she wants about this the next day, so she very carefully tucks away all of this night and their mission from Anakin's mind, drawing them behind the barrier with her - except hazy details that she's doing something nice for Elesse and she's already done it.

And Anakin wakes the next morning and goes about her day.

Things are mostly low-key, but a bit of buzz about the killing slowly gets started. Seems the delegation is being recalled for now while an investigation happens. Not that the locals in charge of that have any real leads. Or desire to try too hard.

...Eh, she's not more than vaguely curious, and that's mostly in response to Lily's brief attention. 

Their mission has them pretty busy, anyways, and takes them both out of the city the same day the buzz reaches their periphery, and by the time they're done -

It's easy enough to let it slide past, one of many crimes in a city choked with them. (And Lily trusts Anakin's judgement, still, on what things heard in passing are worth haring off after, and Anakin is quite disinterested in this one.)

She returns to Coruscant refreshed, relaxed from the time away from the densely populated planet, and quite ready to return to both her lessons and her relationship with Elesse. 

Elesse's next invitation asks Anakin to come directly over to her apartment.

Oh, wonderful.

She does - and she slides into being Sangua before she's even through the door, buzzing with an urge to see her Mistress. 

"Hello, my dear. Well done on your latest mission.

"Thank you, ma'am," she says, before stepping up to kiss her Mistress. 

She puts a hand on Sangua's shoulder, stopping her short.

"There is a matter we must discuss, first. I have been... looking in to the question of your father."

She stops, obediently (bites down on the flash of hurt and rejection in her chest).

"Alright, ma'am. Did you find something, then?"

(...She is going to decide not to have anxiety about if it's making her Mistress not want her until she knows what it actually is.)

"My... late and unlamented master, Darth Plagieus, was an experimenter. Pushed the field of bioscience further than anyone ever had. Unbeknownst to me, at times he used my genetic material to do so. He was attempting to reproduce Force sensitivity in a controlled fashion. He failed many more times than he succeeded, but-"

"Biologically, I am your mother."

Her brain errors out. 

Then, her voice sounding distant to her own ears amid the anxiety trying to shake up through her - "What - why - "

One of the anxious thoughts shakes free - "Does it matter?"

"Only if you think it needs to. I did not know of your existence. His records were all of his failures. It took a great deal of effort to uncover the information, or I would have told you sooner."

Slow nod. (There's still something shaking in her chest.)

"...If you'd known sooner - before I was your apprentice, or - while I was Gardulla's slave - what would you have done?"

"I would have come for you. Not a force in this galaxy could have stopped me, and there would only ashes left in my wake."

"You'd have raised me?" she asks, softly, unsure what she's feeling, like her cognition just drifted out of sync with her body. (There's a nudge, at - her? The connection to her body? A sort of internal vertigo, not coming from her, not really.)

"I would not have trusted anyone else with the task."

She doesn't know how to handle everything in her head so she just - whines -

And there's a nudge, again, at her - Hey. It's alright. You're just freaking out. Let me handle it. 

(Not words, not really, but - a bubble of those concepts from not-her.)

And Sangua - feels dizzy, like she's just tripped, though her body is tense and unmoving.

And Anakin crashes into the body, feels fully the anxiety - almost panic - Sangua had been dissociating from. She takes a deep breath, again, measured and even, tells her heart to calm down, and steps in toward Elesse, quietly soliciting a hug while she gets her body under control. 

Hug. Soft pats.

Snuggle!

Cuddles are very good for giving the body a replacement emotion, and Anakin feels settled soon enough, at which point she leans a bit more into Elesse and pokes at first her own thoughts about this, then at the anxious ball Sangua has folded into in the back of her mind, spooling out the tangled threads of worry.

"Love you," she says, softly. "A lot. We both do, and - we don't want to lose anything we currently have with you."

"You won't. I promise."

Kiss?

Kiss.